Bodhi knew Purnima was around just for a month.
[ For one of those wind-swept summer internships.
Essentially to bide time during the vacation. ]
So his assignments for me were different.
And so were his communications.
With me, he was the tyrant.
The despot.
The Stalan.
Lynching me for making the slenderest mistake.
Or turning in some blunder of an assignment.
Often making tasks feel like bootcamp.
Just so I learnt how to function under the quicksand of pressure.
Literally teaching me how to hold a pen.
And use the right words, to write.
Labouring to make me better and better.
Time after dizzying time.
And most of all, standing like a wall behind me and my work.
And growing me up, one day at a time.
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It's funny how in life, the things that are most expensive
[ Such as lessons taught to you by your mentor ]
Come without a price tag.
Because if Bodhi’s lessons actually cost as much as they were worth
I’m sure I wouldn't ever be able to afford them.
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